PSYCH ft. August Tenn

They thought they was winning, we pulled up like bitch, psych

Feel like I'm a God, with this ice I bring the light

She roll a mean one like her coochie, doobie tight

I'm not homophobic, she fuck me but she a dyke

Speeding through the traffic windows tinted you can't see me

And you know the mirrors close up when they go pleep pleep

She can get it, she can get it, Oprah Winfrey

Water on me drippy and she thirsty for the Figi

All that cap up on your Gram but me I know you in these streets

Even the captions where you get em me, I know you when you speak